There’s this craving that won’t be satiated no matter what I did, no matter where I went. The soul seems seeking something I do not know. How can I look for something when I do not know what I am looking for? This feeling. It’s weird. It’s outlandish. And yet deeply familiar. Like it’s meant to haunt my days like this.

A feeling that’s chasing the more I run.

Everywhere I turn, there are eyes loaded with gloom and there’s nothing I can do to take that away. These faces have no mouths and yet they talk. The words they utter seem from a different world. They have no sound. How am I to comprehend something I can’t even hear? Yet I try. They laugh at me, them muffled words. I laugh at them because I am afraid.

A laughter that I hope can guise my fear.

The mind is working overtime, all the time. Doesn’t take a breather, that tiresome bitch. Won’t rest, won’t allow me some jest. And I keep hoping that the river will bend. Leading me to where I want to be, rather than where I ought to be. Books, walks, friends, talks, don’t mean much right now. If I can put my mind to peace, I may somehow match up the pace.

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A copywriter by profession but a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel who seeks refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Prefers dusty old bookshops for coffee chats. Literary Influencers: Tolstoy, Bukowski, Lahiri, Maurier.
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The curse of a writer, a mind that works constantly in speculating, questioning, imagining. You, my friend and doing great and I for one which you peace of mind, as well as piece also but I love how your mind allows you to write so well and so consistently.

Your experience sounds familiar. The itch to grow is too nagging, but one won’t be able to satiate the desire by accumulating friends, talks, wealth or honey. It’s the call of the Nature within oneself to expand to the infinite – which is not possible by physical means! Ah, its the first step to what they call ‘spirituality’. Enjoy it, close your eyes, and start watching your breath. A Guru will show up.

A copywriter by profession but a story-teller at heart, Asha is a born reveur. A rebel who seeks refuge in the confines of worlds created by words. She reads, writes, reviews, and when not doing these, loves to loiter in the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Prefers dusty old bookshops for coffee chats. Literary Influencers: Tolstoy, Bukowski, Lahiri, Maurier.